blake (witch of perennial)
fencedforest.bsky.social
blake (witch of perennial)
@fencedforest.bsky.social
🏳️‍⚧️ he/they. 35. wrote some little ttrpgs a few years back. trying this whole "being a person in the world" thing again.
i am going to try to learn to be a person among people, bc i have to. it's the only way to survive the world trying to kill us all the time.
January 29, 2025 at 12:56 PM
just being a guy on the internet who makes stuff and talks to folks, is not really compatible with that super unhealthy background noise.

so all this is to say, i am going to try again. i am going to try to be present without needing to fix or know about or be part of every single thing.
January 29, 2025 at 12:56 PM
at 35, that still defines how i allow myself to exist.

i have been a knife. if i am to exist, i must always be useful.

this is of course untenable, swinging me far to the other side: i must protect myself from any and all possible harm by becoming invisible and unreachable.

back & forth forever.
January 29, 2025 at 12:56 PM
i was raised by deeply distrustful and self-sabotaging people with no community around them, who made it clear to me my only purpose was to be useful (to them), and if i couldn't do that, i should make sure no one had to deal with me at all.
January 29, 2025 at 12:56 PM
nothing ever fed my spirit so much as that community, and nothing ever hurt so much, either. pain in being present all the time; pain in knowing i had to separate myself or that constant presence would have killed me. my mental health was absolutely wrung out of me by the end.
January 29, 2025 at 12:56 PM
i haven't written or played any ttrpgs in at least three years. there's a gaping open wound there even still, caused by my choices and those of others. i don't know if community in that space will ever be more than pain for me. i hope it can.
January 29, 2025 at 12:56 PM
i am stubbornly trying to figure out what the balance is between total isolation and default mistrust, on one side, and on the other side turning myself into a sacrificial compost heap trying to hold space for hundreds of people at once.

i expect to struggle with these extremes as long as i live.
January 29, 2025 at 12:56 PM
if we used to be friends on twitter in like 2018-2021 and i ghosted you:

1. it's not you, it's my broken brain
2. i'm sorry
3. i cannot promise to be present now, or the same problems will devour me again and i will cause more damage when i inevitably have to bail again
January 29, 2025 at 12:56 PM